My son Michael was 29, jobless, and unmotivated. I paid for everything until I finally told him he had two weeks to move out.
He didn’t argue — he just packed a small bag, hugged me, and left.
A week later, I got an email thanking me and saying he was trying to change. It was signed “Michael” and mentioned Midland Outreach Program.
I went there — and found him.
He was sober, working, and finally trying. He told me, “You didn’t give up on me. You just made me stop giving up on myself.”